I lay in bed and wait for him to come
Im seeing inch after inch
his naked gorgeous physique
but my heart feels nothing
My body shudders in sweet expectation
of the passion promised in his eyes
But my soul is empty, grieving
for another man to come
Yet my body and my mind have won
My heart and soul have given up
In front of strong eternal urge
Maybe it's a sin, maybe it's forbidden
Maybe I will be for it despised
Maybe I will never be forgiven
for sharing the passion promised in his eyes
